Yang Mi was well aware of Lu Fei's cooking skills.
She also knew the identity of the personal chef by Lu Fei's side, Xu Fugui. It was said that the extremely kind-looking fat man was once a top chef abroad.
He had a very high reputation in America's Chinatown. Many powerful people liked to eat his dishes.
But such a powerful existence was willing to be Lu Fei's personal chef. Although the work was very leisurely, for a master chef, how could he be willing to submit to others?
In the end, Yang Mi learned the truth of the matter. It turned out that the God of Cookery, Xu Fugui, was actually apprenticed to Lu Fei and became Lu Fei's disciple. Following Lu Fei was just to learn cooking skills … It might sound unbelievable, but it was the truth.
At first, Yang Mi didn't believe it. But when she ate Lu Fei's Clear Water, she immediately understood why Xu Fugui was apprenticed to Lu Fei.
Lu Fei was able to make a bowl of simple Clear Water into a peerless delicacy, not to mention other ingredients. Yang Mi had already eaten Lu Fei's dishes many times.
But she never got tired of eating. At first, she suffered from slight anorexia, but after eating Lu Fei's dishes, her appetite gradually recovered.
Now, Yang Mi was evolving into a foodie. Fortunately, she was the kind of person who didn't get fat no matter how much she ate. Of course, she wasn't the kind of person who liked to eat and was lazy. It was fine to eat, but if you ate crazily and didn't exercise, then the remaining fat would slowly appear on your stomach.
There was no doubt about this. Yang Mi was very clear in her heart. Many of her classmates in high school were like this. No matter how much you ate, as long as you exercised too little, you would get fat. There was no doubt about this.
"Lu Fei, are you going to cook by yourself? To be honest, I feel that the dishes cooked by that chef are really good. You actually said that they are not delicious. I don't know what to say. "
Wei Dong was indeed very speechless. Lu Fei rashly went to the kitchen and asked him to cook. It was obviously a slap to the French chef's face. After all, Lu Fei was a VIP invited by him. Moreover, Lu Fei was now a Michelin chef.
If it wasn't for him, the foreigner wouldn't have given him any face at all. Now that Lu Fei actually asked to cook for him, it was estimated that when the two of them fought, no matter who won or lost, he would be the one who got hurt.
Wei Dong also knew what he was capable of. A foreigner's culinary skills were naturally impeccable. He didn't know that Lu Fei, who usually didn't have any requirements for food, would be so angry today. No matter what he said, Lu Fei wouldn't go back.
What should he do? Wei Dong felt a little melancholy. After all, he was the one who caused this. In fact, he had already thought that he was talking about a Chinese and Western feast, but most of the dishes were Western, and the only Chinese food was probably rice and roast suckling pig.
However, the roast suckling pig was used to eat hamburgers and had no other use. If it was eaten with rice, the taste was really not very good.
Thinking of this, Wei Dong hurriedly said, "Tsk tsk, Lu Fei, wait for me. I'll prepare a new meal for you now. Tell me what you want to eat, and I'll prepare it for you. It's not good to trouble you to do it yourself. After all, you are staff, and your job is to train well."
"As for small things like cooking, let me go down and instruct them. There's no need for you to make such a big fuss. If you go over, you will scare the foreigner."
Wei Dong said with a smile. He had just remembered that Lu Fei and Yang Mi did not like to eat Western food, and so did a few other girls. However, he was suddenly careless and did not think of this matter. In fact, it was just that he especially liked to eat Western food. It had nothing to do with forgetting.
If it was really so easy to forget, then Wei Dong's years as a director would have been in vain. After all, a director's job was to consider all aspects of things. Generally, only a careful person could be a director. As the director of this program, the entire crew of more than 200 people had to listen to Wei Dong. Naturally, his power was not ordinary. Basically, he had absolute power over most things.
However, he certainly did not have the power to choose the roles and a series of key things. The artists were all chosen by the producers because he was just a director who worked for the producers. He did not participate in the investment, and he only took his considerable directing fee.
Wei Dong was not stupid. He knew what he should pay attention to, what he should not say, and what it did not matter if he said it. After all, things were not as simple as he thought. If only it were that simple.
"Hehe. Don't tell me I don't even have the right to cook for myself? " Lu Fei looked at Wei Dong beside him with a smile that was not a smile. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It looked like a beautiful arc, but to Wei Dong, it was undoubtedly a smile from hell.
He could not help but tremble slightly. He knew Lu Fei's strength and ability. This guy belonged to the kind of person who meant what he said. It was indeed a little too much for him to stop him in every possible way.
Wei Dong hurriedly smiled apologetically and laughed. "No, no, I'm just joking with you. Don't take it seriously. What do you want to eat? I'll personally prepare it for you."
"Director, there's no need for that. We know where the kitchen is. You can go back and continue eating. Otherwise, the burger will be cold later."
Yang Mi followed with a smile. There was no other expression on her beautiful face. Although there was a slight resistance in her words, it was very comfortable to listen to.
Wei Dong was also tactful. He knew that if he followed them now, it would only make things more complicated. He was the one who invited the French Michelin chef. If the two of them had a conflict later, he could not be a fence sitter. He could not afford to offend Lu Fei, and he could not offend that foreigner either.
He might as well pretend that he did not know and just let them have a conflict. Even if there was any friction, it would be their business and had nothing to do with him. Neither side had a reason to blame him. In the end, Wei Dong nodded resentfully and returned to the canteen where the tent was set up.
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